tls “My four-year-old son called me crying at work: ‘Dad, Mom’s boyfriend hit me with a baseball bat.’
My phone vibrated on the conference room table in the middle of a budget meeting, and at first, I ignored it. That sounds unforgivable now. I know that. But in that first half-second, before my whole life split open, it was only a phone buzzing beside my legal pad while the finance director explained quarterly…
